tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62100173383464947212018-03-06T02:47:21.129-08:00CONNIE'S TRAVELSconniestravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16896749768472477965noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210017338346494721.post-40532671232000483022013-01-04T12:12:00.000-08:002013-01-04T12:12:42.442-08:00Winding downMy replacement has been named and her arrival date has already been changed, delayed..., so no concrete date,as yet as to then I will be leaving. Am of mixed minds and feelings...I know I will miss this place, mostly the people and just the uniqueness, but I know I am tired. The heat is coming on with a vengence, over 100 daily (saving grace, cools down at night, nice early mornings) and will just get hotter. Energy sapping heat, no real escape, other than shade...I sweat constantly..even thinking, not kidding. <br />conniestravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16896749768472477965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210017338346494721.post-80479473487947440372012-01-14T21:35:00.000-08:002012-10-14T09:57:26.240-07:00A day in my lifeI am awake around 6...the night has again been busy, with vivid dreams. It is cool, almost cold, but I don't add another layer, just wear the same combination of clothes, I have been wearing for months, a T-shirt and scub pants. Brush my teeth at the outdoor sink facing the lightening sky to the East, overlooking the Dura river. Daily the level is dropping. I can see the vague outline of a woman who has come to get water. No other activity right now, but later today the river will be teeming with children swimming and playing, people bathing, washing clothes and fishing. It is still passable by cargo boat, but only just barely. We have moved our boats down to Otum, the confluence with the Baro and if we need to transfer a patient to Nasir we will drive them to Otum.<br />I head to the kitchen, to start the hot water for tea and coffee, open the offices, and then go to the Health Center to open up the locked rooms. It is a short walk to the HC, passing mostly quiet tukals, with sleeping dogs curled up in the ashes of last nights fires. Cattle are tethered to their sticks in the ground, and there is a young boy spreading cow dung on the ground to dry. I enter the compound, greet the guard and make a quick walk through all the wards, and check in with the oncoming nurses, restocking any medication they might need. Back to our compound for tea and our early morning meeting. A roundtable of brief plans for the day by the members of the team. A mix, British, French, Nigerian, Rwandan and American A good mix a good team. <br />Then back to the HC at 8 am to make sure all the staff has arrived and the clinic has started registering and seeing the morning patients. The staff are all so polite, greeting me with enthusiasm and always a handshake, a nice way to start the day.I work closely with the nurse supervisor who positions the staff. The roster has been made up for the entire month, so most people know what they should be doing, and most are but there are often last minute alterations to be made, people are sick or they just don't show up. Mystifying in one sense, but I am used to it by now and so we are pretty good at juggling staff. The clinic sees 150-250 people a day and we work 6 days a week. Mondays and Friday are busiest,and right now the majority of the patients coming have malaria. The numbers have been increasing week after week. Making sure we have adequate supplies to deal with this is one of my jobs.<br />My days vary, meetings, security issues,staff issues...requests for leave, or sick, or complaining, or diciplinary actions, patient referals to Gambella or Nasir, reports, pharmacy orders, stuff like that. These fill my days in varying degrees. We work till noon then a two hour break, resuming at 2pm to continue until 6pm. By now the heat is oppressive, like being stuck in a room right in front of heater on full blast, no escape. I lock up at 6pm and head to take a long awaited shower, passing the families gathering around their outdoor fires. Dinner follows, prepared by our cook, predictably, pasta and sauce, tomato salad, lentils, fried potatoes, sometimes a meat dish and if lucky a fruit salad (bananas,papaya). Usually we watch some TV (satellite dish of course). We don't have internet or cell phone access but we can watch Master Chef and The Doctors...go figure. <br />Still hot and now the bugs are out. Not something I can explain, just how significant the bugs are, attracted by the lights....in clouds. They find their way into my hair, on my face, down my shirt,up my pants...truly disturbing. If they are too bad I just go to my room to read, encased in my mostquito netted bed. Brushing my teeth at the sink, I try not to dodge the bats that swoop around my head, and watch the lightening bug show in the darkened sky. I usually am able to fall asleep once it starts to cool down around 11pm.<br />It doesn't sound very exciting....and it isn't...but it is unique, interesting and challenging and we do good and important work. It feels right.conniestravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16896749768472477965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210017338346494721.post-18185686073193338982011-11-16T04:53:00.000-08:002011-11-16T11:22:45.308-08:00LalibelaI still am in awe. Such a feat of human (and apparently divine intervention) ingenuity and just shear physical effort to say nothing of technical skill, proportion and decoration as well as remarkable variety in style. I found myself wondering over and over again....how did they do that? There are 11 churches carved from rock....and not one of them is small. The largest being 40 ft tall. Most have several rooms supported by pillars that were also carved. Many have frescos and each has a priest, guarding it day and night. According to our guide, Bihran,they were built (is that the right word?...carved, chiseled?) over a 23 year period by request of King Lalibela, although there is some debate as to that being fact...but essentially starting around 1100. Also according to Bihran, when the workman clocked out at the end of the day, angels took over at night.....something, after seeing these churches, I don't have any problem believing...really wonderful. What also was wonderful is that the first night I witnessed a ceremony celebrating King Lalibela's birthday.....white robed priests chanting (in Ge'ez-the Afro-Asiatic language that laid the foundation for the modern Amharic, as Latin did for Italian's), swaying to beating drums. The next morning we also witnessed a similar "service" glorifying Mary, and the replicas of the Ark of the Covenant were included. This area, as is much of Ethiopia, is steeped in history that is still very much alive today.<br />In a few days I head back to Nuerland, which s a world unto itself and so very different. The Nuer essentially never made it into the stone age, nor the iron age, (until relatively recently....late1800's, early 1900's) mainly because Nuerland lacks the two raw materials, stones and iron, that played so important part in the manufacture of primitive tools. Instead they overcame the natural poverty of their environment, by using plants and animals to furnish technological(if one can call them that) necessities. The contrast is stark and it makes me marvel even more at being human.<br />None of the Ethiopians I have spoken to in Addis have heard of Mattar and when I explain it is in Gambella state, on the Sudan border, they then all nod and say....oh....but that is very hot. Yep. <br />No internet, no cell phone service and now no ability to even send emails via the very expensive satellite phone. But...we can receive emails at msff-mattar-sat@paris.msf.org. So until 6 weeks or so....ciao.conniestravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16896749768472477965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210017338346494721.post-53764824772429149852011-11-10T11:07:00.000-08:002011-11-11T00:33:24.386-08:00The contrastI'm cold. I haven't been cold in months, at least not this cold....it's pleasant. I'm not sweating. I'm in Addis, the capital city, and compared to Mattar, chaos rules here. I am on my 3 month break from work and I got a massage yesterday and will get another one today....she said, "I am doing this place (my shoulders and neck) hard because it is very thick" .....I think she meant tight...and yeah.<br />Tomorrow I go to Lalibela, where there are churches carved out of stone. Apparently about 1000 years ago a man who was poisoned was taken to, not one but three (who knew?) heavens by angels and shown a city of rock hewn churches. He was then instructed by God to return to earth and duplicate what he had seen...building a new Jerusalem. This vision of heaven still exists today, however, someone cut out the pages of the guidebook description, so I am going to see for myself.<br /><br />The boat ride and drive to Gambella from Mattar took 5 hours....we hit a huge rainstorm, thunder and lightening and torrential rain. The road turned into a river....literally and quite impressive. But the boat ride and the drive are the best. That area is teeming with so many birds, pelicans, egrets,storks,herons,hawks, eagles,doves,bee-eaters....aaannnddd we saw baboons, monkeys, some kind of antelope and a serval cat. then a two day drive from Gambella to Addis along zigzag roads through eucalyptus forests, across open high valleys blanketed with soft,waving fields of teff...the grain used to make injera (traditional and delicious) huge flat spongy bread, a staple in Ethiopians diet.<br />The trip could have easily been made in one day but for the fact that vehicles are not the only occupants of the roadways.....people...walking, standing visiting, sitting, with little regard for traffic, horse drawn carts, sheep,goats,donkeys, cattle, dogs, all view the road as theirs.<br />Addis is a mass of cars, minibuses,trucks, with people everywhere. With the road washed out to Mattar, we have one of the few vehicles, but on any given day there, there might be 10 total.<br />Right now I am heading out to go shopping for a pair of pants. I only brought three and one pair is scrubs, which I wear every day working and refuse to wear while on break. Next mission I will disregard the "advice" given by an "experienced" MSF person who said they only brought one pair of scrubs and three T-shirts on their mission. I thought I was being extravagant bring 4 T-shirts and 3pairs of pants! Thankfully I didn't pay any attention to the number of underwear they suggested:)<br /><br />Hopefully I will be able to figure out how to post pictures....soon.conniestravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16896749768472477965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210017338346494721.post-9409766616793290132011-10-08T02:51:00.000-07:002011-10-09T11:36:58.395-07:00Maaley from MattarGreetings from Mattar, Ethiopia...I've been here two months, with another 4 to go. I went to France to study French and on my return passed through the MSF New York office and was offered a 6 month mission here in Mattar (English speaking mission...oh well). Remote, hot, humid, managing a health center that is a clinic/hospital (25 beds) serving the Nuer popultion in South Western Ethiopia, just a few kms from the Sudan border. Access is 3-4 hours by car, or right now (the rainy season, the road is washed out in a few places) by a 5-6 hour boat ride....which is what I just did in order to take my 2 day break in the nearest town, Gambella, where our support log is based and where there is internet and cell phone coverage...neither available in Mattar. I work with a great team, mix of French, Nigerian, Rwandan,British, and American, We work 6 days a week, hard work, never boring, and I think we do good work. the Nuer people are pastoralists, big cattle herds, very friendly, very tall, very skinny and very tough. Life is pretty basic for them. We see about 2000 people a month at the health center,lots of malaria right now and repiratory problems...due to the rains. I am seeing a few things I have never seen before, like tetanus (most die), kala zar (he lived) but not much else that is new. <br />The heat was the first thing I noticed, oppresive, I was and still am a sweat ball most of the time. The first two weeks were the hardest, and now after two months I sometimes sleep with a blanket...who knew? It's the rainy season and the rain is significant. It turns the earth into tar-like mud, washing out the road access, so now travel out of Mattar is by river only. The river is beautiful and tempting, but we don't swim in it even tho the Nuer people do...we aren't allowed, crocs, which until I made the boat trip, I was doubting, but after actually see 3 on the banks, I am now a believer.<br />My job is managing the staff....one person I work with likened it to herding cats....amazingly accurate description and I love cats, but dumbfounding none the less.<br />When I first arrived I wasn't impressed...but I thought...I can do this for 6 months, I can do anything for 6 months...but now, it has grown on me. I feel useful, which for me is important. I have no illusions about making a significant difference, but a small ripple is enough and OK.<br />I'm impressed with MSF and honored to be here. <br />Will post pictures when I can...conniestravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16896749768472477965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210017338346494721.post-42461936885041094022010-12-10T09:00:00.001-08:002010-12-10T09:03:22.891-08:00Heart of Darkness<em><strong>This post for some, will be difficult to read, so please be forwarned. I wrote this while in Hinche at a cholera treatment center. It is not pretty...but perhaps it will give an accurate picture of what this disease is like. </strong></em><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/TQJOxSYpKLI/AAAAAAAAALo/GIfJGlxh6D8/s1600/choleratear.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549084299529627826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/TQJOxSYpKLI/AAAAAAAAALo/GIfJGlxh6D8/s200/choleratear.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/TQJOwPHbzgI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4AanIp_7fj8/s1600/DSC00975.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549084281472273922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/TQJOwPHbzgI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4AanIp_7fj8/s200/DSC00975.JPG" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/TQJOwn1IrBI/AAAAAAAAALY/5Sb4s7O_aEY/s1600/DSC00956.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549084288106408978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/TQJOwn1IrBI/AAAAAAAAALY/5Sb4s7O_aEY/s200/DSC00956.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Cholera is a very dark hell. Not like anything I have ever seen or could have imagined. The urgency to perform is so damn constant, there is barely a moment to breathe…it is just work and sleep and sometimes eat.<br /><br />Hydrating them is the key, they come in often close to death and look like they are dead except that they are puking and shitting volumes. IVs are a major challenge to start and keep going and patent. Their clotting factors must be way off, have to constantly fiddle with the IVs, often restart them and they have no veins, their bodies are shutting down and they are as cold as ice. Then getting and keeping them drinking the oral rehydration solution, even though they just vomit it back up. And keeping them clean…oh the inhumanity. There is no dignity involved in this disease other than the compassion that we feel, and them saying an occasional quiet merci, or just making eye contact…but mostly they are too sick to really care.<br /><br />Most of our patients are on cots that are soaked with liquid cholera (looks like rice water…sortof…it’s the lining of their intestines ) and bleach, with a bucket alongside to use if they can. We try to keep a plastic barrier between them and the cot…yeah, not entirely successful. Some are on the wooden cholera beds… plastic covered benches with holes cut in them, the bucket underneath. The smell of cholera really isn't that bad...kind of sweet and slightly fishy, weird, I was expecting worse. I think the sound of people shitting leaves more of an impression, it sounds like a faucet had been turned on full force. They can fill half a bucket in one sitting. And yes we do use buckets. Rather an efficient method and the only one that makes sense. Cholera is a very practical disease, so simple to treat....but it is a full on battle. There is so much ignorance and suspicion surrounding it. The lack of education amongst the people in regards to the disease is resulting in thousands of people dying when it’s completely preventable. Severe diarrhea is prevalent here anyway, so when people get the symptoms of cholera they don’t react much differently because Haiti hasn't seen a disease like this in over 50 years. Cholera is 100% treatable as long as you get to the hospital in time. Unfortunately, people wait too long to bring their loved ones to the hospital, and once they arrive it’s too late, or they just don’t have the means to transport them, and they don’t make it to the hospital at all. Also public transportation, tap-taps or motorcycles are beginning to refuse to transport people with cholera.<br />Another level of frustration and quite honestly sadness, is the incredibly low skill level of the Haitian nurses and their indifference....it is mindboggling. They refuse to clean the patients, or to give them ORS...and I mean flat out refuse and often let the IVs run dry...which often resultes in the IVs clotting off....which then takes a major effort to save the site, or having to start a new one. They even go so far as to shut them off, and hide the clamp under whatever is covering the patient. So, if when making a quick check we saw a full or partial bottle of LR we would think it was good for the time being. We learned that trick early on and learned to look for the drip. No drip, find and check the clamp. I eventually have just detached myself from those nurses and worked around them. And fortunately there are some that really shine, are so smart and so dedicated. But I know that if we weren't here, many many many more people would die...no question. Pretty much everyone is naked because they have soiled their clothes and those have been burned. We cover them with whatever we have, mostly plastic surgical gowns…and at night they are freezing. We used to diaper most patients when they first came in because they are too weak to use the buckets, yes adults …but we have run out of those, so you guessed it…naked…what I would give for a Pamper.<br /><br />We wear the plastic gowns as barriers… and gloves…at all times, I probably change my gloves at least 50-60 times in a shift. I also wash my hands and arms often with the ever present bleach solution.. and do not get my hands near my face....for any reason. I wear rubber boots several sizes too big…and even though it is the middle of the night…I am dripping with sweat. Hard not to touch people skin to skin, but I just don’t. We try to clean people with baby wipes, but I’m not sure there are enough of those on this planet for this disease….we always run out. The smell is…well, it is distinct and am sure I will recognize it anywhere…right now I am used to it and it is what it is and I don’t think about it. I actually don’t think about much except checking IVs, keeping them going, keeping people drinking, keeping them clean, and then hydrate…checking IVs, drinking, clean,…..hydrate….IVs, drinking, clean….simple, simple, simple yet exhausting…BUT when I see someone go from death to life in a matter of, sometimes, hours…it is all good and for a moment I remember that life really is beautiful….and I take a breath and….hydrate…..IVs, drinking, clean……<br />I am falling asleep as I write this, hitting wrong keys, but not really caring. head nodding…slight drool coming out of the corner of my mouth but by now I am so conditioned not to touch my mouth that it takes me a moment, while I try to figure out what to do about it. Finally I turn my head and wipe my mouth on my shoulder…on the inside of my shirt.<br /><br /><br />There are images:…locked in my brain, I suspect, forever…<br />The cleaning person moping the cot and the patient’s butt with the mop used on the floor (!!!….so wrong)<br />The woman walking around the camp fully dressed with her IV bottle on her head ( tubing attached and inserted into her left hand).<br />The old man sitting on the commode chair all night outside Tent 2 (wearing only the plastic gown) because, when he got up off his cot to walk outside, it was immediately filled with another (sicker) patient.<br />The perfectly formed tiny fetus between the woman’s legs I found when I was checking to see if she had soiled herself.<br />The old woman I talked with(well, that’s being generous…me:ca va? Her:ca va bien,me: pas vomit?..her: pas vomit…me: dyrea? Her: wi deux fois…) as I restarted her IV just a few hours before, only to find her cold and stiff and looking very peaceful and very dead.<br /><br />The news of cholera spreading rapidly in Haiti is the worst possible. I don’t want to leave</strong> <div><br /><strong>I am praying that MSF sends me back to Haiti.</strong><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/TQJOxnWlS1I/AAAAAAAAALw/x9z-siS33dM/s1600/DSC00963.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549084305158130514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/TQJOxnWlS1I/AAAAAAAAALw/x9z-siS33dM/s200/DSC00963.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/TQJOw7_KaoI/AAAAAAAAALg/e2tNzD-83vc/s1600/cholerawomanhinche.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549084293517175426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/TQJOw7_KaoI/AAAAAAAAALg/e2tNzD-83vc/s200/cholerawomanhinche.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div></div></div></div>conniestravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16896749768472477965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210017338346494721.post-10357950945523602332010-10-17T22:10:00.000-07:002010-10-31T02:07:24.984-07:00Heartstring<strong>I don’t look at her or get too close because I will make her cry. She already feels awful and I don’t want to make things worse. She is suffering from malnutrition,such skinny skinny arms and legs, with a huge taunt belly...which is complicated by the fact that she has diarrhea, worms, maybe malaria, maybe Tb, maybe is HIV positive….maybe maybe maybe…we will do the tests, we will treat and we will start her on the milk formulas F-75, then to F-100 and then to plumpy nut (ready to eat mix of fortified peanut nut butter), hoping we got her soon enough…all the while giving her deworming medicine and as prophylaxis a broad spectrum antibiotic…and once she starts feeling better….we will be friends and she will smile and play with me, let me hold her…. but right now, day one, I’m too scary and she is too sick.<br /><br />I hate to make them cry but it is inevitable and rare that I don’t….on day one….or two or three…but it is also rare that I don’t fall over and over again in love. Who knew? Certainly not me…I would have been the last to have predicted such an incredible pull on my heart for malnourished babies and children. I was never much for working in the Pediatric wards in the States. I love <em>my</em> kids to pieces, but other people’s? and sick ones at that?…not for me. But here, in the malnutrition ward in Kigutu, Burundi, I am like a moth to a flame…who knew?<br /><br />She is sitting on my lap and I start the Village Health Works Waka Waka video and she starts singing along, this little voice...filled with such joy! Her face is lit and I am in awe. They are all special but this one has me wrapped around her little finger. She is so smart, so independent, an old soul with such a fighting spirit.<br />I tell Crystal all about her and she asks…”Mom, are you going to adopt her?” That is apparently how transparent I am. I do hesitate, I do imagine and then say, ”No, no I’m not.”<br /><br />I will be leaving soon, far too soon, not enough time…which as I knew even before I came, that it would not be enough…but all that I can do is be present and enjoy the moments, the precious moments as they unfold.<br /><br /><br /></strong><strong></strong>conniestravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16896749768472477965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210017338346494721.post-90053653953162167922010-05-18T08:21:00.000-07:002010-05-22T21:16:22.249-07:00and Haiti....again<div><div><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S_ipBSymRzI/AAAAAAAAAKI/kOzEvzisSIo/s1600/P5010323.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474311186757863218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S_ipBSymRzI/AAAAAAAAAKI/kOzEvzisSIo/s200/P5010323.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S_iqa_OGZrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7_mBQrJHlzY/s1600/P5040408.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474312727692732082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S_iqa_OGZrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7_mBQrJHlzY/s200/P5040408.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S_iqadxONwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qAVuFEW3Byk/s1600/P5040384.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474312718713239298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S_iqadxONwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qAVuFEW3Byk/s200/P5040384.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S_iqbdemRWI/AAAAAAAAALA/Effq5pFcu4o/s1600/DSCN0250.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474312735814993250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S_iqbdemRWI/AAAAAAAAALA/Effq5pFcu4o/s200/DSCN0250.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S_ipDNeYEcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/EY17kKAgUBg/s1600/P5030370.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474311219690607042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S_ipDNeYEcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/EY17kKAgUBg/s200/P5030370.JPG" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S_ipC8pnNiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/W9qoff2D6lU/s1600/P5030363.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474311215174333986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S_ipC8pnNiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/W9qoff2D6lU/s200/P5030363.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S_ipCWixxCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zpKK6V8hlMY/s1600/P5020342.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474311204945118242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S_ipCWixxCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/zpKK6V8hlMY/s200/P5020342.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S_ipB2TSetI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pY6ce7y3Ql0/s1600/P5020333.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474311196290218706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S_ipB2TSetI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pY6ce7y3Ql0/s200/P5020333.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><strong>I have been back from my second trip to Haiti for 2 weeks and am already planning another one in June. To say that Haiti has a strong hold on me is an understatement and yet a hold I cannot explain. Haiti is not a place I would have ever chosen for myself to spend time. It is so incredibly hot and humid and I am not a hot and humid kind of girl. I live at 7000 ft and when it gets in the upper 80's we think we are having a heat wave of monumental porportions. So melting in the moist furnace of Haiti is not somethng I relish. However, I did notice this last time that I did better than the first...either that or I have short memory:)<br />Be that as it may my last trip was eventful, beyond anything I could have imagined.<br /></strong></div><div><strong>We arrived late in Haiti...around 9 pm and we had figured out who was working the night shift while we waited at the airport in Miami. I won! Actually it made sense for me to work it having done so on the last trip.<br />The first night went pretty well, Some of the translators remembered me and gave me big hugs...yeah, pretty wonderful feeling. I worked in the adult tent and we all got a row of patients. Our charge nurse had been there for a few days and did a great job of orienting everyone and helping. Things are the same but different. A little more attempt at organization, but the execution still is tough and you have to be realistic in what you are able to accomplish. I ONLY had 15 patients this time!<br />Sleeping the next day was a challenge...a very HOT day even with AC in the tent and I actual sequestered a bed in the day sleeper section. I woke up at one point and felt like my skin was burning. Quickly remedied that with a shower in my clothes and went back to sleep. The second night really started out nicely everyone with their same patients and feeling very comfortable we actually thought we would have a smooth night. Boy were we wrong. The evening started out with a torrential rainstorm, thunder and lightening right on top of us. The rain was blowing sideways and flooding in the tents, ankle deep in the sleeping tent. Apparently we got a direct strike that shorted out the contol panel at the back of the pediatric tent. We evacuated the whole tent outside amidst billowing smoke. Then just after we moved all the ICU patients into the wound area of the adult tent the adult tent also had an electrical fire and we hauled cots w/patient s outside as well. This sounds much more controlled and orderly than it actually was...people were ripping out the sides of the tent exiting into the mud. Eventually all patients and family and staff out, shut the power got some sleeping volunteers up to help out and we settled outside. We were outside for several hours. The adult tent was put back together (floor even got washed!!!!) and we ALL moved back in peds, and adults...yep, interesting but we all fit, plus, of course, families. I have respect for the Haitians, I can't even begin to explain....At one point the army showed up and helped make the move. Our goal was to get everyone in by dawn and we succeeded.<br />All are still in the adult tent but making progress with the return to normalcy...whatever that is.<br />Then no AC in the sleeping tent so most of the day sleepers moved to peds tent (still no patients in it) to sleep because it did have AC and there were several volunteers dropping like flies, getting IVS etc.<br />A small group of us did manage to go into PAP the next day. We rented a tap-tap. We visited a tent city...again humbling. I don't think I could live in those conditions and be as gracious and smiling as the people we met and shared a little bit of time with. In fact I am doubtful I would even survive.Try living in a “home” made of, if you are lucky, a blue tarp for a roof held up by sticks with pieces of plastic and sheets, dirt for a floor, jammed right next to another of similar construction, shitting in a filthy portapotty, limited water, limited food, no money to buy food, no job to earn money, injured in the quake, some if not all family dead, friends dead, dealing with unbearable heat and stifling humidity…I could go on and on and I only just got started that would be just one of….get this…… 1.3 million Haitians. Yes, that’s “million”<br />Being in Haiti is sad and challenging and yet feels so right. </strong></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>conniestravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16896749768472477965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210017338346494721.post-30051306654835124802010-03-02T07:35:00.000-08:002010-03-07T21:39:55.132-08:00And then there is Haiti<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S49IznrNIDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/X4i_ezeJ7UY/s1600-h/Flagstaff+group+Miami.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444650526174945330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S49IznrNIDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/X4i_ezeJ7UY/s200/Flagstaff+group+Miami.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S49I1azNBVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CyoMYQ9Uvpo/s1600-h/life+goes+on.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444650557078570322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S49I1azNBVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CyoMYQ9Uvpo/s200/life+goes+on.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S49I0R_3PNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iFsyxDBu0YM/s1600-h/Palace.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444650537535880402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S49I0R_3PNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iFsyxDBu0YM/s200/Palace.JPG" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S49I2MQb8PI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vH6NZx3qxpI/s1600-h/adult+ward.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444650570354520306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S49I2MQb8PI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vH6NZx3qxpI/s200/adult+ward.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S49I3KjlNMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mJNzyPsIT08/s1600-h/waiting+for+xray.JPG"><strong><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444650587077817538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S49I3KjlNMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mJNzyPsIT08/s200/waiting+for+xray.JPG" /></strong></a><strong>Four days after returning from Burundi I am heading to Haiti with a group of 30 other health caregivers (doctors, nurses, etc) from Flagstaff. We arrive at night at the University of Miami/Medishare large tented field hospital situated alongside the Port-au-Prince airport runway for a week stay. It is hot and humid and it remains hot and humid, day and night<br />The first day I find out I am assigned a 12 hour night shift in ICU, so in order to pass the daytime hours and be useful, I go and work in the supply tent, trying to sort through the mountains of donated supplies (which is a whole other story…lessons need to be given to people and institutions who donate) for several hours until I get too hot and decide it is perhaps best if I cool off and try to get some sleep before I have to stay up all night. I am less than successful at the sleep part and head to the Pediatric/OR/ICU tent at 7pm to start my shift. Fortunately I am working with a real ICU nurse, Kristi, so all is not lost (I can’t remember how many years it has been since I last worked ICU). We have 4 patients, one on a ventilator (with a trach), two also with tracheotomies, and one with a closed head injury who has to be restrained (soft)and his bed is on the floor because he is so restless. Incredibly it is freezing cold in the ICU.<br />We spend much of the night suctioning the trachs and trying to keep the man with the closed head injury calm and keep him from pulling out his IVs, at which we fail. We get a pediatrician to start an IV in his foot and finally get him somewhat settled. By about 4 am I am struggling but the cold helps me stay awake.<br />I try sleeping during the day but have the opportunity to go out into the city at 10am so get little sleep. . My brief 2 hour sojourn out into the city reveals a mess, I really have no words but controlled chaos, is perhaps the best way I see it in my mind. It is apparent that even before the earthquake, things would have been tough in Haiti and especially Port au Prince, so overpopulated but certainly functional to some degree. But now….one building will be completely intact on a street, the next one absolutely leveled to the ground, nothing but a pile of dust and bricks. In some places the sickly sweet smell of human remains hangs in the air. It seems that anywhere there’s open, flat land in Port-au-Prince it is covered in makeshift tent cities, which are huge, beyond comprehension …shelters cobbled together from whatever people could find on the street. However I am so impressed with the Haitians resiliency. To see people moving about trying to establish some semblance of normalcy is inspiring, traffic fills the streets, the street vendors are out in force, and clean up efforts are very apparent. From big rubble moving machines to individuals with shovels….I observe one man with a hand saw cutting rebar!!!!! You have no idea how much twisted mangled rebar there is….infinite…thus mindboggling, yet there he is diligently sawing away.</strong><br /><strong><br />I return and try again unsuccessfully to sleep, (the heat being one factor, the noise being another in a tent with about 400 volunteers) because I have again been awarded the night shift, this time in the adult ward that houses approximately 180 patients give or take a few. It is hot in the tent. I am assigned about 25 patients, although I’m not really sure, and have a hard time keeping them straight. They are a mix, of amputees, broken bones with external fixators, diabetics with ulcerated wounds, a 32 week pregnant woman experiencing preterm labor, a post op abdominal surgery pt...etc. Fortunately their charts remain on their beds (cots) so I am constantly referring to their charts mostly to see what meds they get and when. I have a translator come with me and I go down the line and have him introduce me to each patient and ask them if they need anything. Most want pain medication and something for sleep. I go to the “pharmacy” which is at the front of the ward, a simple row of tables with some shelves behind loaded with medications, fortunately in categories, and for a few hours it is manned by a pharmacist and so I learn where what is so that when he heads to bed I can get the medications I need for my patients, myself. I work nights in this ward for the rest of my stay in Haiti, with me being the charge nurse for the last two nights. Getting around in the ward is tricky. The cots are in long rows , but are close together with a narrow space in between each one, and at night that space is filled with one and often two sleeping family members, lying usually on a piece of cardboard, or sleeping in chair. It’s hard not to just let your heart break. The patients and the families are wonderful, gracious and thankful, and it seems apparent that they don’t really get just how sick and injured some of them are, which perhaps on some level is a blessing. They just are doing the best that they can, and so….so do I. I work with a few of the Haitians translators who are amazing, such willing good kind smart people with hearts of gold, so helpful, so patient, with the patients, ah yes.... and with me. I can’t thank them enough and even though I give them some money when I leave, I certainly feel as though it is hardly sufficient.<br />My last night is the toughest. I am given the resonsibility of a young man, Jeremy (30 y.o, married with a 2 y.o. son) who is dying(advanced leukemia ,TB, ALL), and we (the docs on call and I) make him as comfortable as possible in one of the outside isolation tents,(which takes from 7pm till 1130pm to clean and set up for him) start him on a morphine drip and he dies quietly and I am hoping comfortably around 2 am. His wife is completely distraught and we give her a sedative to calm her and let her sleep on one of the ER exam tables, as there isn’t any other appropriate place for her. After spending the majority of the night with Jeremy and his wife, I return to the ward at 3am to find two of the Haitian/American nurses assigned that night are nowhere to be found and have been missing for about an hour. So I take over their 50 or so patients, restart lost IVs, cath patients, give meds..etc. They reappear about 530am…they were tired (oh really?) so they went and slept!!! (one even changed her clothes!) I’m so frustrated (and angry and tired) by this point that even though I know they are leaving on the same plane that we are that day, and so it is a moot point, I tell them that they should be ashamed of abandoning their patients, they aren’t special, that all of us are tired, and that they placed a big burden on the rest of us, me specifically, and that I thought they were selfish and disrespectful….which essentially falls on deaf ears....but I feel better.<br />My day in Haiti ends on a really positive note in that I see Bazile, a Haitian doctor that I worked with in Burundi, who is in Haiti for a couple of weeks seeing and helping his family. He stops by a few hours before I am to leave Haiti and I meet his parents and one of his brothers. It is so good to see him, and the time spent is too short. He will be returning to Burundi and it is clear that he is conflicted….which I understand.<br />Leaving Haiti is, for me, conflicting, I feel as though there was so much more I could do (nothing big, I know better, just the ripple effect) and I am not ready to go and then on the other hand I am exhausted and very ready to leave in that sense.<br /><br />Continued thoughts of the monumental problems that lie ahead for the Haitians and the patients I leave behind.<br />The homes of the patients who fill the wards are mostly gone. Their livelihoods may be gone for a long time as well. How do you discharge amputees, and people with cranial and spinal injuries, to the destruction of their old city? And if you don't discharge them, how do you maintain them in an overtaxed hospital. It has to be a dilemma facing the whole country.<br />How to impose continuity of care? The surgeon who labored to save a crushed limb is gone after a week. The nurse that started and maintained the IV, administered antibiotics, cleaned and dressed their wounds, emptied their bedpans and explained to the families the gravity of their condition, is also gone. Who follows? Will help continue to come to Haiti? Will it be enough? Only time will tell.<br />Eventually, beds now occupied by recovering, but homeless people will have to be cleared for more serious cases. Eventually, the challenge of kidney damage and the need for dialysis caused by the tissue death and circulatory problems of crush injuries will have to be addressed. There are mountains of problems with no clear solutions. What will be sustainable?<br />I can only imagine the work that lies ahead, but what I do know is the first person served by the service is the server and that I hope to return to Haiti in the future...and do the best I can.<br />.</strong>conniestravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16896749768472477965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210017338346494721.post-57135987594539795902010-02-01T06:35:00.000-08:002010-02-01T11:53:30.372-08:00Halfway<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S2cBxjHjtyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YUiTlLW_i3c/s1600-h/P1230132.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433313426197952290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S2cBxjHjtyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YUiTlLW_i3c/s200/P1230132.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S2cBxR2A1MI/AAAAAAAAAIY/a3Xw462EP7Y/s1600-h/P1300212.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433313421560960194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S2cBxR2A1MI/AAAAAAAAAIY/a3Xw462EP7Y/s200/P1300212.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S2cBwuf6qLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/o_B0VJ7JTm8/s1600-h/P1290170.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433313412073040050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S2cBwuf6qLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/o_B0VJ7JTm8/s200/P1290170.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S2cBwaEMTJI/AAAAAAAAAII/by79aXH_kfA/s1600-h/P1300195.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433313406588046482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S2cBwaEMTJI/AAAAAAAAAII/by79aXH_kfA/s200/P1300195.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S2cBv_kIyVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/27ueywQvqJg/s1600-h/P1300191.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433313399474276690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S2cBv_kIyVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/27ueywQvqJg/s200/P1300191.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><strong>The time has flown. Quiet weekend only three admissions to the malnutrition ward, all with malaria, anemia,malnutrition...it is a vicious cycle. They are malnourished they get malaria which makes them anemic, which prohibits them from absorbing any nutrients. We attack the malaria and also try to build them up multivitamins, iron, and special formulated milk. But the good news is, is that they come in very sick, sad, listless, miserable, crying,withdrawn and (so far)go out of here <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">soooo</span> much better, acting like kids should, playing, laughing, and interacting,...and of course still some crying but not nearly as much. </strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>I smell like F-75, and F-100 (the malnutrition milk formula), multivitamins, liquid iron, quinine and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">amoxicillin</span> suspension, all mixed together, to say nothing of pee...or at least I think I do because that is what I have been smelling and dealing with all day. It takes getting used to.<br /></strong></div><div><strong>Today the two older boys who have been here for a while and will continue to be here for a while more, one with a significant leg wound on his thigh, and the other with peritoneal TB,went to the local school for the morning. They seemed to enjoy it and when Helen and I went to fetch them at noon, we were quite the distraction. It is good to get them out of the hospital setting </strong></div><div><strong>to have the opportunity to continue with school. </strong></div><div><strong>We went to watch the drumming on Saturday. Two of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">VHW</span> employees, Peter and Mandela, along with several other local boys have formed a drumming group. They are amazing. You can watch a video of them on the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">VHW</span> website. </strong><a href="http://www.villagehealthworks.org/"><strong>http://www.villagehealthworks.org/</strong></a><strong> They practice Tues, Thurs, and Sat evenings, and it is a teaching session for several of the younger boys, some of whom are not even as tall as the drums.There is also a girls singing and dancing group that I watched practice on Friday. </strong></div><div><strong>We spent last weekend emptying a storage area of medical <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">supplies</span> and sorted through them all, finding lots of very useful stuff...I was able to put together two complete OB delivery kits...much needed, and then tons of not so useful stuff, like 3 ancient IV pumps for which there is no tubing to fit them, a whole box of dental impression plates(?), all kinds of specialized lines for monitoring patients but no monitors, a whole total hip surgical kit (which can and probably will be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cannibalized</span>)...doing surgery here is not possible, and probably won't be for several years. It is odd to see some of the things that have been sent here, certainly from people with good intentions but with no clue as to how useful they might actually be. ..or not.</strong></div><div><strong>Only two weeks to go.... it will be hard to leave.</strong></div></div></div></div></div>conniestravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16896749768472477965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210017338346494721.post-9785204334854618702010-01-25T20:21:00.000-08:002010-02-01T12:13:30.363-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S2c1fHPImpI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oFFONZzxxgY/s1600-h/Connie_and_Bazile.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433370284080536210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S2c1fHPImpI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oFFONZzxxgY/s200/Connie_and_Bazile.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S2c1e6dsKaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/BBYckFxhMXw/s1600-h/P1240140.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433370280651925922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S2c1e6dsKaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/BBYckFxhMXw/s200/P1240140.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S2c1ehE9HII/AAAAAAAAAI4/cw-SBpTMGXw/s1600-h/P1240138.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433370273837292674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S2c1ehE9HII/AAAAAAAAAI4/cw-SBpTMGXw/s200/P1240138.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S2c1eHiTmgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/GgM2DOJ3fPk/s1600-h/P1300186.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433370266981079554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S2c1eHiTmgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/GgM2DOJ3fPk/s200/P1300186.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S2c1daP6-nI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XGCVdLv6irc/s1600-h/P1250146.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433370254824372850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S2c1daP6-nI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XGCVdLv6irc/s200/P1250146.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Up most mornings by 6, this morning 5:30, the sky just starting to lighten with a faint pink blush. Clear view of Lake Tanganyika and the Congo this morning although there is a moist haze over all. Days are equal length as we are so close to the equator. This is the rainy season, so it rains at some point pretty much every day. The good news is that there are also periods of sunshine as well. Very humid, my hair is curly.<br /><br />Went to pick up the 5 babies and one adult that we had sent to a nearby (two hour drive) hospital for blood transfusions. Unlike most hospitals in the states it is not just one big building but several small wards, most with the doors to the patient rooms opening to the outdoors. The maternity ward being the exception which had an inner corridor with patient rooms on either side. The buildings are made of concrete and metal bars and are in obvious disrepair. As we (Elvis, one of our translators, and I) were walking down the corridors heading towards the pediatric ward I saw one of the moms of one of the babies. She saw me as well and came running towards me giving me a big hug. Very excited to see me knowing that I had come to get her, and very anxious to leave. Elvis said that they did not like the hospital. Getting out turned out to be a three hour process. It was Sunday and the doctor who had to discharge them was no where to be found. After asking several people we found out where he lived, drove there, found out he was in church got his phone number, which he didn't answer for an hour, and met him at a hotel for coffee to ask him to discharge the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">pts</span>. He drove back with us, by now it is pouring down rain. He discharged the babies, and because they were all under 5 years old, we did not have to pay any bill for them...however none of the moms/fathers/parents/grandparents had any sort of documentation to that fact but with the promise that they would get that in the near future we were given permission to take them. The adult woman was another story. She did not have proper documentation saying she was indigent (if she had she (actually we meaning <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">VHW</span>...she has no money) would have only been responsible for 20% of her bill) so I ended up paying the full amount to get her released. If I had not had the money she would have had to stay. If patients can't pay they can't leave...! The billing process seemed pretty random, not sure how they came up with the final price but I paid $38,700 Burundian francs =about $26.00US for her 5 day hospital stay which included 3 units of blood...and that was considered expensive!<br />On the way back stopped at a market in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rumonge</span> and bought 50 lbs of flour. We have a hot pot (a solar cooker) that I want to try out...baking, so wanted to have enough flour to experiment.<br />I ended up making banana bread and it turned out great. Took about 2 hours to bake and was delicious.<br />There is somewhat of a food focus here....because of the lack of variety. We usually get <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">chipatis</span> for breakfast (1 each) coffee or tea with sugar, lunch is rice, beans, sometimes, french fries or boiled potatoes, cooked cabbage or some sort of cooked greens and water, then dinner a repeat of lunch....everyday. So the banana bread was a welcome addition. It is good food, filling and I am thankful but I have to admit, I miss salads and fresh fruit. We can on occasion get <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">mangoes</span>, bananas and pineapples, so that helps. Oh and one night we had chicken. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">OK</span> enough food talk. We have it good compared to the Burundians. Their staple food is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cassava</span>....and it is pretty much void of nutritional value. The do eat rice and beans but the fact that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cassava</span> is their main <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">source</span> of food is very telling in their state of health or lack there of. There is a food program in the works here to really <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">concentrate</span> on teaching the people other choices of nutritional food to grow. An agronomist from the states, Will, arrived recently, and is busy getting it organized. There is a large two acre garden already in place but the things planted in it are not plants that the Burundians are familiar with or necessarily want to eat. So the goal is to have some staple crops that grow well here, have high nutritional value and that people will grow and eat. The need for better nutrition is vital.</strong></div></div></div></div></div>conniestravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16896749768472477965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210017338346494721.post-62659046147521555072010-01-18T20:58:00.000-08:002010-01-22T12:11:19.399-08:00In the thick of it....<span style="font-weight: bold;">I am not going to even try to remember as to what has happened when, but just to ramble about some of the events to try to share a sense of this place. It is lush and green, green, green. Hot and humid when the sun is out and sort of cold when it is raining. Torrential rains, at times, just pounding, with mini rivers running everywhere and a lightening strike the other day so close that it caused the oxygen machine to spark????</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1nrFbDrpwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yOyiEutHCo8/s1600-h/P1210075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px; float: left; height: 150px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429629304166917890" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1nrFbDrpwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yOyiEutHCo8/s200/P1210075.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1nrE4P69DI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qz7jrnXflvM/s1600-h/P1200036.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px; float: left; height: 150px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429629294823011378" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1nrE4P69DI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qz7jrnXflvM/s200/P1200036.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1nrEpyUvMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/aGR7uGXcRAU/s1600-h/P1200045.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 150px; float: left; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429629290940775618" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1nrEpyUvMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/aGR7uGXcRAU/s200/P1200045.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1nrESJlIoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6WOzoT_HLD8/s1600-h/P1210068.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px; float: left; height: 150px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429629284595868290" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1nrESJlIoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6WOzoT_HLD8/s200/P1210068.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1nrD787FWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gO_oeBvU7bk/s1600-h/P1200032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 150px; float: left; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429629278637200738" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1nrD787FWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gO_oeBvU7bk/s200/P1200032.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Have been in the malnutrition ward all week taking care of malnourished children (marasmus and kwashiorkor cases) and some really sick kids, with malaria, pneumonia, severe anemia...and ??? The lab tech's newborn baby just died so he isn't here, plus I don't know all the things we can or do test for here, plus often it is the shotgun approach to treating people. You can assume that all the kids are somewhat anemic and have worms and are malnourished to some degree and then they get malaria or something else and they can be pretty sick. We sent several babies to get blood transfusions (we can't do those here) but they haven't returned yet.<br /><br />The families stay with the patients, sleep in the beds with them, yes really, help take care of them, and often help some of the other patients. They patients take their own meds and the moms were doing the feedings and medicating their kids...except for the IVs, and the first day I figured out that they weren't exactly measuring the correct amount. I then taught the moms the correct amounts and we had a staff meeting and it was decided that the nurses needed to be giving giving the meds. We are getting there. It's like nothing you would EVER see in the states. Confusing to say the least and the first day I couldn't figure out who one of my little babies was because her mother had left her with the mother of another baby and I thought she belonged to that mom and wasn't a patient. Lots of noise, babies crying, moms talking, babies peeing on the floor, or on their bed...diapers do not exist...their version is a piece of cloth tied around the butt and then like a plastic bag wrapped around this...if that. I have gotten over the smells pretty quickly as they are rather permeating. All the commotion doesn't seem to stop anyone from sleeping if they want to. The babies just get covered completely and are just this little bump in the bed.<br /><br /></div><div>I am having the time of my life...really, some the babies are sooo cute, I am in love.....filling my heart for sure. The kids as they get stronger start to play and wander outside. This evening all the moms and babies were out sitting on the grass and they started singing. They tried to teach me as well....with mixed results...they certainly had a good laugh, as did I.<br /><br /></div><div>I also went out with Alex, the computer guy to do some GPS plotting of the homes of accompagnateurs in a village about a two hour circuitous drive and then another hour walk up,down, up down...some of these people live 3 to 4 hours away from the VHW clinic. They help take care and distribute medication (for TB and HIV infected people) and educate people in their community about the diseases. Most of the accompagnateurs came to Kigutu this morning and Helen and Brad gave them a power point presentation about malaria, signs and symptoms, prevention and treatment and distributed ponchos and bags.<br /><br /></div><div>The Burundians in this area are very poor, live very simply, have very little, are very proud, yet humble, and continue to amaze me..</div></div></div></div></div>conniestravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16896749768472477965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210017338346494721.post-38662153441555512822010-01-15T01:44:00.000-08:002010-01-15T04:23:32.973-08:00In Kigutu<div><div><div><div><div>Arrived in Bujumbura day before yesterday about midnight...flight from Brussels delayed by 4 hours of sitting on the runway...cargo door problems,snow, deicing, losing departure slot, but pleasant flight nonetheless. Arrived in a substantial rainstorm and picked up by Nestor, the in country director, Cory the new (has been here a week) site coordinator and Daniel the driver/?. Had a great nights sleep (sound of rain helped), cold shower (get used to it:)) coffee and bread, and then a quick trip to exchange money, buy some Nido (full cream powdered milk...manna from heaven...really...wish it were available in the States) and then attempted to drive the normal route, along Lake Tanganyika, south to Kigutu. Totally foiled by a rock road block...some sort of land dispute...lots of police, shots fired, cleared the road...attempted again but almost got caught between two road blocks...got out and took a much longer route. Took 6 hours instead of 3. Beautiful, lush green country...pictures to accompany this post. Arrived in Kigutu at 3pm, had a quick tour of the residence, the computer room, the clinic, pharmacy, depot (storage room), and then the wards. There are 8 or 9 adult patients, with a variety of illnesses...Malaria, TB, HIV, shingles, fungal infections, pneumonia, weird skin leisons, and then several kids in the "malnutrition" ward, some malnourished, others with malaria, HIV positive and I can't remember what all else. Then lunch and then a visit to the baby goats and a gigantic garden. Harvested lots of radishes, mustard greens, carrots and onions. Dinner of rice, beans, french fries,cooked cabbage...which is pretty much what we had for lunch, substituing potatoes for rice...and which will pretty much be what we will have every day. Good thing I like beans and rice. Helen and I did a show and tell of all the stuff we hauled over and then to bed. Read from my Kindle (jury still out) for about 2 minutes then to sleep. Slept well, awake by 6:30, shower (yeah cold) then breakfast of a sort of chipate/crepe and tea.</div><br /><div>Then rounds which are a little tricky. Most of the patients only speak Kurundi, occasionally a little French so they would talk to the doctor then someone would translate for our benefit into English. Most of the staff speaks French, so I am reaching into the depths of my brain to pull that out....and when in doubt I say it in Spanish, which noone understands except for Brad (an RN who has been here 2 weeks and will be staying for a month)and Alex (the computer guy, who has been here for 3 months and will be here another 3 months). I am going now to help in the wards with Hilary (a Burundian nurse)...will post more later.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1BXWgnWNpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/eyzYuiSr8Is/s1600-h/P1010350.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426933595205154450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1BXWgnWNpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/eyzYuiSr8Is/s200/P1010350.JPG" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1BXXB0JDsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ec39kSwhFt0/s1600-h/P1140356.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426933604117188290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1BXXB0JDsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ec39kSwhFt0/s200/P1140356.JPG" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1BXW0WTLkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nWHmor1CdwQ/s1600-h/P1010351.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426933600502361666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1BXW0WTLkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nWHmor1CdwQ/s200/P1010351.JPG" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1BXXv9_6YI/AAAAAAAAAFc/L0e0vuYeaoI/s1600-h/P1140357.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426933616506562946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1BXXv9_6YI/AAAAAAAAAFc/L0e0vuYeaoI/s200/P1140357.JPG" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1BXX7_5lLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uJBSYm2KQsA/s1600-h/P1140358.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426933619735762098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1BXX7_5lLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uJBSYm2KQsA/s200/P1140358.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1BXXv9_6YI/AAAAAAAAAFc/L0e0vuYeaoI/s1600-h/P1140357.JPG"></a></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJ1ga68n9so/S1BXXv9_6YI/AAAAAAAAAFc/L0e0vuYeaoI/s1600-h/P1140357.JPG"></a></div></div></div></div></div>conniestravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16896749768472477965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210017338346494721.post-61486662628223623372010-01-08T16:52:00.000-08:002010-01-09T16:33:59.368-08:00Almost there<div>I head out in a few days for a new adventure with my friend Helen Weld. We are traveling to Burundi (Central East Africa) to work at the Village Health Works <a href="http://www.villagehealthworks.org/">http://www.villagehealthworks.org/</a> clinic in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kigutu</span>. Burundi is one of the poorest nations in the world and is slowly recovering from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">devastating</span> internal conflict, similar to that which happened in Rwanda. Burundi failed to receive the world's attention, (and aid) until now. Recently the Pulitzer Prize winning author Tracy Kidder wrote a New York Times best seller, <em>Strength in What Remains</em> about the amazing man <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Deo</span>, who left Burundi during that time of conflict and against all odds came to the US. became an American citizen, is becoming a medical doctor and returned to Burundi to start the village clinic and help start the heath care system and the nation of Burundi on the road to recovery. I feel very honored that I have this opportunity to go for a month, and volunteer at this clinic. Helen is a public heath nurse and recently spent 6 weeks there in Sept-October '09 and it is mainly because of her that I am going. We met 13 years ago, in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Yungaburra</span>, Australia (where she still lives with her family) when I lived for a year with my family, became good friends, and have remained in contact ever since and I am thrilled that we will be working together.<br />Helen will be returning for 4 1/2 months.<br /><br />I am packed....taking two 50 lb rolling (thank God) <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">duffels</span>, both full of items....water filters, 50 hand crank flashlights, a solar *hot pot* cooker, aluminum foil, diaper rash medicine, baby clothes, fleece blankets, wash cloths......for the clinic.<br />I will do my best to share this experience. I am not sure just how much reliable <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Internet</span> access I will have, but I will post when I can.<br />Until next time.....when I am hopefully*on the ground* in Central Africa.</div>conniestravelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16896749768472477965noreply@blogger.com3